Standing in the mirror.
Glaring at my faults.
Remembering the jeers.
From other people.
Emo.
Goth.
Stupid.
Ugly.
The list goes on.
No medicine could help me.
With my hatred.
Only this blade gets rid of it.
Slicing my smooth wrists.
Marking the pain on my body.
Crying the night away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only this blade gets rid of it. Slicing my smooth wrists. Marking the pain on my body. Crying the night away..................mirror is true reflectionofinnerandouterfeeling... innerone uwillrefeldctn canbe seen on face.... in mirror u can see readl friend...lovely poem deasr.....10 read mine real friend in mirror.........iam disgrace.......miss i miss u